Katrina, you have ripped the hearts
from so many chests.
It won't be easy to repair those hearts
But they are strong, and we will do our best.
It won't be an overnight job, that's for sure
But it's a job we will get done.
And in the meantime we want you to know
We pray everyday for everyone.
Dear lord hear these prayer's
Before more children and elderly die
Send them food and water at least
Or we will lose them in the streets where they lie
If there ever was a time for miracles
Now is that time
Get these people out of New Orleans
And give them a little peace of mind.
by Dianna Nally
(9/1/05)
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